Category: Writing
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Americana
The TV set centered in the airy living room,breakfast flowing out of the kitchen, a fruit salad, garishly and gorgeously colorful,flavors waiting to be accepted into our plates.The screen door lets sunlight casually stream in,providing a view of rows of unextraordinarily neat suburban houses withthe greenest grass you ever did see.Next to the door, the…
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Ulster County
It’s all of us and the small towns that hurt us. Leaving you was like prison escape and I knew it. It was simple hard, I didn’t know how much poison there was in the water fountain water and school lunch until I left, coughing up blood every once and a while for years. “oh…
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Anyways
It’s just the way things are, they never change,told you I’ll tell you more later. The world spins with or without us,but know I wanted you here. Speeches only work in the presentand old words can’t save you later. And I can’t always be there. I was looking for the secret of the universe but…
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Sillage
In the city of lights there lived a blind old man named Didier. In the mornings he cried, in the evenings he drank, and his bones ached always. He had a son, Michel, and a wife, Ana, who both loved him while Ana was alive. Didier enjoyed eating, and he typically visited different bakeries around…
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Letting Your Dreams Fly
Objective: throw a roll of toilet paper through a hanging hoola hoop in front of students crazed on the fumes of homecoming. He’ll do it. He kept telling himself that all the days prior. And guess what? He did! I mean the kids went crazy. He went crazy. He ripped his shirt off because nobody…
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Small Stories for Kids: BACK TO THEIR PRIDE
Today’s issue of small stories for kids comes from Dante: One day Dante wakes up. He eats and he drinks. Once he’s done he gets dressed. He then gets in his vehicle: an emergency SUV! He has to check if the animals are hurt or sick. Any hurt or sick animals he has to rush…
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And Don’t Forget to Text Mom
everyone knowswhat to do by nowwhen the Active ShooterAlarm screams out:rush to a roomthat locks quickly,help the teacherbarricade the door, then hunker downbehind desks or inclosets, and awaitall your Thoughts and Prayers. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like “And Don’t Forget to Text Mom,” CLICK HERE.
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My Brother’s Curls
I remember when you were bornA wavy-haired rebelSquealing against our mother’s arms.Now, Small shoes strike cement.A pitter patter in pursuitOf those fiery curls.They follow the flamesFlickering from your head,Unfettered.Don’t blame them for wanting,Chasing.Innocent freedom is a fleeting Godhood,And though you may fall in your play,And grow into the scuffs of age,My Prometheus brother:You do not…
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Natures Scream
I hate natures scream. For something so beautiful should never feel so loud. Tears into the pondHurt me as much as you For we are the same. I feel your pain and you feel mine, It’s as if we are intertwined. But oh so sadIs the truth Of I am you And you are me.You…
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Sightless
He sits in a boothawaiting his companionalone in the dark. The smell of cooked fishis one of comfort to thehunch in his stomach. He hears a voice say,“Are you having the usual?”He nods in reply. He savors the tasteof his traditional mealone bite at a time. A soft touch evokesthe memory of her face;his last…
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Unleashing the Individual on the Canvas of Writing
Writers are often frustrated because they are usually stuck in a corner of their own making. They ask questions like why can’t I write like Edgar Allan Poe or why doesn’t the Stephen King method of writing (1500 words a day) work for me? You can’t write like Poe because he is a product of…
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The Lineage Annotations
He begins with cryptic commentaries;perfunctory shorthand withinthe margins of a leather-bound text. Which color is Death? Light flashes from passing vehicles.Dash studies the dense text with noteshe views as lineage transmissions. Achievement of the real is not impossible. He endures those endless car ridesAs currents inner realizationsguide surges; crackling insight. Why is the sky so…